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Just some waves I once espied exactly a year ago in Cape Agulhas. That is way down south, you know.
Located at the very bottom of Africa, Cape Agulhas has been a significant landmark for centuries, attracting visitors from around the world.
The early history of Cape Agulhas is woven from the threads of various cultures and civilizations. Theories suggest that prehistoric men inhabited the area, feeding on shellfish and other marine resources, possibly further back than 2000 BC.
The earliest known inhabitants of the region were the Khoikhoi and San people, who lived in the area from around 1000 BC to the 17th century. These indigenous peoples were skilled hunters and gatherers.
The first recorded European visitors to the area were the Portuguese, who arrived in the 15th century. The Portuguese sailor, Bartolomeu Dias, was the first European to round the cape in 1488.
The cape was later named "Cabo das Agulhas" (Cape of Needles) by the Portuguese, due to the rocky outcrops and strong currents that made navigation hazardous.
Chinese sailors may also have visited the area, with some theories suggesting that they arrived in the 13th century. However, these claims are still a topic of debate among historians.
The arrival of European sailors and settlers had a profound impact on the indigenous population, leading to displacement, marginalsation, and ultimately, the loss of their land and way of life.
Cape Agulhas itself is the official meeting point of the Indian and Atlantic Oceans, marked by a iconic bronze marker. This unique geographical feature creates a diverse and thriving marine ecosystem, with an incredible array of marine life.
The geology of Cape Agulhas is a fascinating story that reveals the region's complex and ancient history. The rocks found at Cape Agulhas are part of the Table Mountain Group, a geological formation that also includes the iconic Table Mountain in Cape Town, 166 kilometers away. These rocks are estimated to be around 450-500 million years old, dating back to the Ordovician period.
The Table Mountain Group is characterised by a unique sequence of sandstones, shales, and quartzites that were formed through a combination of tectonic activity, erosion, and deposition. These rocks have been shaped by millions of years of weathering, erosion, and plate tectonics, resulting in the distinctive landscape we see today.
The Agulhas Bank, a shallow plate stretching away from the shore into the ocean, is a remarkable feature of the region. This bank is approximately 116 000 square kilometers in size and is characterised by a gentle slope that gradually deepens as you move further offshore.
Further south, the Agulhas Bank plunges into the deep ocean, forming the Agulhas Trench. This trench is a remarkable feature that stretches for more than 2000 kilometers, all the way to Antarctica. The Agulhas Trench is a key component of the global ocean circulation system, playing a critical role in the exchange of heat, nutrients, and marine life between the Atlantic, Indian, and Southern Oceans.
Cape Agulhas is a must-visit destination for anyone traveling to South Africa. Visitors can explore the Cape Agulhas National Park or the cape's picturesque villages, such as L'Agulhas and Struisbaai, which offer a range of accommodation options, from cozy bed and breakfasts to luxury hotels.
However, Cape Agulhas is not immune to the impacts of climate change. Rising sea temperatures, ocean acidification, and changes in ocean currents are all affecting the region's marine ecosystem. The fishing industry, which has long been a mainstay of the local economy, has been severely impacted by overfishing and climate change.
Popular Tourist Attractiions
- Cape Agulhas National Park
- Cape Agulhas Lighthouse
- Agulhas Museum
- Southernmost Tip of Africa marker
- Struisbaai Beach
- L'Agulhas Beach
Accommodation Options
- Cape Agulhas Guest House
- Ocean House Restaurant and Accommodation
- Southernmost Tip of Africa B&B
My Father compliments Jan, the Beerlao guy on his wonderous product. Seen at the Sucktrospective show at Boo-Hooray Gallery.
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Field guide to distinguishing the Canon II's from the III's and IV's. Most of this information is summarized from here.
This particular model is a II-S, given the 1/500 top speed, lock on the slow speed dial, and lack of 1/45 X sync.
Nikon D90
AF Micro-Nikkor 105mm ƒ/2.8D
ISO200; 1/125 @ ƒ/5.6
converted
She knows the sound of my car, even though it's been a while since I lived
there. It's still my house, she's still my cat. She is already making her
way across the front lawn to greet me before I've had time to pull into
the driveway.
She is getting on in years now and her miaow-er is broken. She mimes a
miaow or two as she pads towards me, but there is only the faintest trace
of a sound.
She flops provocatively on grass a metre from my feet and looks up at me
with her limpid blue eyes. I know better than to rub her exposed tummy. I
scoop her up in one fluid motion and prop her on my left shoulder,
wondering as I always do whether the G-force affects her tiny brain. She
starts to purr. If she's happy she'll support her own weight and balance
there without my aid. But if she's restless for food she tolerate me for a
few minutes before she makes herself a dead weight and leans toward the
ground for release. She'll only sit on my left shoulder, not on my right.
Not on anyone's right. Only the left.
Sometimes she'll lick my cheek just once, She imprinted on me when she
was a tiny kitten. She's still my cat. This is still my house.
Today she is happy to stay on my shoulder, if I lean forward to put her
down she will dig her claws in to stay.
I lean against the front porch and watch the wind swirl the leaves in the
gumtrees. It's a warm spring day and sky is my favourite shade of eternal
blue. I try to remember the happy times but my memories are still fleeting
and feeble. Mostly they hurt too much.
I bury my face in the warmth and softness of Bella's fur, so no-one can
see the tears.
Bella always smells good. She smells like home... And now more than ever
she reminds me of him.
"Have you noticed," I asked Katie once, "that Bella always smells so
sweet, like she has the faintest trace of perfume on her?"
"Yes." She agreed. And we debated and laughed about the fact that cats
must really just smell like cat spit. Bella spends hours and hours
grooming herself, so she must really just smell of cat saliva. It's a weird
thought.
It took me the longest time to realise that the fragrance was his
aftershave because she spent so much time on his shoulder, or curled up in
his lap. She was my cat, but she was drawn to him, he indulged her. It was he who named her Bella. And after Katie and I moved away, she became his cat.
She leans heavily away from me and thuds onto the front steps. Time is up,
she must have something better to do now.
Sometimes she sits in his chair next to the computer and sometimes she
suns herself in the backyard on the teak chair where he used to sit. And
sometimes she slinks down to his room where she tries to burrow under the
bedclothes before she is caught.
It took me a long time to realise she no longer smells of that fragrance.
I know cats. They like to return to their happy places.
Now I know how to bake polymer clay! And that is what happened as a result, "I do not want to cut the cards!". Just not quite the first, but just shy little step on modeling clay. And for the first few attempts to get baked to a solid state, not "soft." Began to make a bracelet or earrings ...? O____O
That I continue to plan? Learn how to make a smooth transition of color, epoxy resin, and work with metal fittings.
Bad that with my "perfect" camera not see interesting stuff. I have it and gray with small sequins, which creates the effect of marble, that is ...
Теперь я знаю, как запекать полимерную глину! А это то, что получилось в результате «Я не хочу вырезать открытки!». Просто не совсем первый, но точно робкий шажок по лепке из глины. И впервые за несколько попыток получилось запечь до твердого состояния, а не «мягкого». Начала делать браслет… или серьги? О____О.
Плохо, что с моим «прекрасным» фотоаппаратом не видны интересности материала. Он у меня серого цвета и с маленькими блёстками, что создает эффект мрамора, что ли…
Taken for the Monthly Scavenger Hunt.
MSH #7. did you know?
(that you could buy chocolate in shoe shops ???)
Ever have a flower talk to you? I was out in the backyard this morning. Looking to see what seedings have made their way above soil and the progress of others....when I heard it.
"I know things you don't know"
It came from over there....a full bloomed flower. Now, I know what you are saying...crazy....nuts....off the rocker. But I had none of those excuses.
Again.......
"I know something you don't know". he said.
I said "ok mr. flower of the garden, what is it? what do you know?"
"I am not a mister", it said...." I am both and not.......I am metro"
Ok....weird....that is some word i heard the kids throwing around over the net with.
"ok, metro flower.....what do you know??"
"things.....how things came to be....secrets of a universe....tapping into a keyhole that only Living things can see"
Well now....
"I am living...." I begin to say.....but a breeze blows by and its voice trickles off in the air....
"...no....you are not."
part 1
You know you're retarded when.. you think I'm a genius
FlatEarth meme collected by A.J. Wilson of iPressThis at FlatEarth.Online, made by others.
“You know the world is going crazy when the best rapper is a white guy, the best golfer is a black guy, the tallest guy in the NBA is Chinese, the Swiss hold the America's Cup, France is accusing the U.S. of arrogance, Germany doesn't want to go to war, and the three most powerful men in America are named "Bush", "Dick", and "Colin." Need I say more?”
― Chris Rock
Good to know this guy's got my arse #monarchoftheglen
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I loved the texture of these windows, surrounded by street art and slogans...including GOD KNOWS down in the bottom right.
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"Know Your World" is an event, put on by the International Fellows each year, in which each nation displays the life-style and culture of their given heritage.
The Shadow Knows - Go Hero - Pulp Fiction Action Hero Mysterious Figure AKA Lamont Cranston AKA Kent Allard famed aviator for the French in WWI - World War One - hypnotism - alias as The Black / Dark Eagle or Henry Arnaud or Isaac Twambley or Fritz the Police Headquarters janitor - sanctum satorium hideout - comic book serial radio show series film movie comics newspaper the weed of crime bears bitter fruit toy toys figures Executive Replicas custom
I know you
We've been here before
No surprises
A settled score
I know the darkness
From inside
Reckless rage
And poisoned pride
..they all do, I guess.
This stone reminded me of Lou Reed's song, "Dime Store Mystery", which he wrote about Andy Warhol's death. Here are the lyrics..
"He was lying banged and battered, skewered and bleeding
talking crippled on the Cross
Was his mind reeling and heaving hallucinating
fleeing what a loss
The things he hadn't touched or kissed his senses
slowly stripped away
Not like Buddha not like Vishnu
life wouldn't rise through him again
I find it easy to believe
That he might question his beliefs
The beginning of the Last Temptation
Dime Story Mystery
The duality of nature, Godly nature,
human nature splits the soul
Fully human, fully divine and divided
the great immortal soul
Split into pieces, whirling pieces, opposites
attract
From the front, the side, the back
the mind itself attacks
I know the feeling, I know it from before
Descartes through Hegel belief is never sure
Dime Store Mystery, Last Temptation
I was sitting drumming thinking thumping pondering
the Mysteries of Life
Outside the city shrieking screaming whispering
the Mysteries of Life
There's a funeral tomorrow
at St. Patrick's the bells will ring for you
Ah, what must you have been thinking
when you realized the time had come for you
I wish I hadn't thrown away my time
on so much Human and so much less Divine
The end of the Last Temptation
The end of a Dime Store Mystery..."